Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16 - Sex Stories

Slave to My Indian Maid Ch. 16

... you,baba?" She taunted, as she played with my testicles. I remained respectfully silent, my glance at the floor.

"When did you last masturbate,baba?" Rashida asked.

"Er ... yesterday,bua." I replied. By now I knew not to lie to Rashida about jerking off. Somehow ... she always knew.

"Did I give you permission for that?" Rashida asked.

"Er ... no,bua."

Rashida gently shook my balls.

"Don't you think you should have come to me,baba? Did I ever refuse you permission to cum?"

Quite a few times, I thought to myself, but I wasn't going to say that to her. Not now.

"Er ... no,bua."

"Look at your patheticnunu," Rashida said, letting go of my balls and gently stroking my manhood. "It's trying to get erect, even as he knows I, his maid servant, will punish him."

Again, I kept respectfully silent.

"I have seen more meat in a vegan restaurant." Rashida taunted me, as she stroked my manhood.

Once more I remained respectfully silent even as my manliness was being insulted.

"Baba, bring that chair over here." Rashida then ordered, releasing my genitals from her hands. "Place it against that south wall."

I turned to where she pointed and picked up a small but study wooden chair from one corner of the room. I then placed it against the wall that she had indicated. Rashida got up from the bed and walked towards me. As she sat heavily down on the chair, it creaked a bit. Lately I think Rashida had put on a couple of pounds, and it showed - her buttocks ...

... were even bigger, and her love handles showed around her waist. All the food at all those parties ... My maid servant then asked me to stand facing the wall, with my palms pressing against it, and my butt sticking out. I stood beside her and pressed myself against the wall as instructed.

Rashida slipped an arm around my waist to hold me tightly, while her other hand cupped my butt cheeks. So, there was I, a university graduate and scion to a respectable family, yet naked as the day I was born, held firmly around my abdomen by my family maid, ready to be punished. Rashida continued to caress my behind, prolonging my agony, cupping, and squeezing my butt cheeks. She then let go and raised her hand.

SPANK!

A thunderous crack resulted as she struck my ass with her bare hand. I knew what to do and speak. I had been doing and saying this for the last five years.

"One! I am so sorry,bua. I should never have delayed listening to you. I will always carry out your orders immediately. Please spank me again."

"If only you had bought my suitcase yesterday or today,baba! I would then have been able to start my packing." Rashida said, as she caressed my butt. "You know I don't like packing last minute."

"Yes,bua. I am sorry,bua."

SPANK!

"Two! I am so sorry,bua. It was my mistake. I will buy it tomorrow. Please spank me again."

"You have been serving me as my little bitch for years now. By now, obeying me immediately should come second nature to you."

"Yes, my ...